YELLOW LIGHT OF DEATH!!!
(Cue Evil "Dunn, dunn, dunn" sound)
In what can only be described as an ironic twist of events. My beloved
piece of black plastic that people like to call the PS3 has given up
the ghost and said "nah mate no more". When? What? Why? where? How? I
hear. All of which a superb and well thought out questions in which I
will try to answer in this blog.
So what exactly is the YLOD? Well lets
just say if the RROD actually rooted anything, this YLOD would be its
offspring. While about 29% less common then the RROD, the YLOD is just
as much, and if not more a deadly creature. The YLOD has many traits
that are prominent in the RROD. It effectively bricks your console to the
point where the only thing to do is either...
A. Go for a walk down the
road and chuck it of the bridge in hope that it will hit a train going
under or...
B. The more favourable option in which involves a telephone,and a
technician who probably couldn't even spell PS3.
Anyone remember this???
PS3 v Candle
Am I kidding, off course you don't. But while I was extremely lucky on
that occasion it seems as if karma has come full circle and gave me a
Chuck Norris like kick to my meat and two veg.
The day was...
can't remember. But that is not the point. So after a hard days
work on designing a children's book. Yeah don't ask that's a whole
other topic for another blog, I decided to put my newly won NFS:undercover through
its paces. So PS3 turned on. check. Disk in. check. TV on HDMI.
Ummm....Nah. As I go to grab the remote to change the channel, and all
of a sudden the PS3 starts having an orgasm, and like Misa Campo in bed
it wouldn't stop. So I turn the darn thing off, turn it back on and,
zero, zilch, love, nada, nothing appears on screen and starts beeping
again and the power light turns YELLOW. (Cue that evil music again) At
first I had no idea what this bastard of a prick was. So I did all the
old school tricks to try and get it to work. You know the usual: Give
it half an hour, take all cords out, then plug them back in, give the
whole thing a wipe down, chuck in in the microwave, take it fishing, you
know all that sort of sh*t. But this was about as useless as MR T not
having a Mohawk.
Research time.
This was when my worse fears became more apparent.
My PS3 was officially bricked. With the warranty over it appeared all
doom and gloom. So I take my PS3 down to a technician to see if he was
Jesus himself so he could fix it. But get a call the other day and it
appeared one of the chips overheated and something was cracked. (candle
v PS3 anyone) and while this was expected, nothing could have prepared
me for the bill that came with fixing it. $400 (NZD) smackaroos.
So
anyone with half a brain would know that the insurance company was
getting called next. Please GOD forgive me for I have sinned. I told
them a big fib and hopefully all going to plan this repair will only
cost me a 100 smackaroos which is music to my ears compared to 400.
So now I believe my PS3 is on its way to Dorkland (Auckland) for plastic
surgery and fingers crossed the dudes up there can fix my baby. I own
the much fort after model, the 60gb. With 50gb of movie films, music
songs, game saves, and demo's it would suck almost as much as that day
in Cardiff.
But as always I'm looking on the bright side. Since
the PS3 has gone I've been allot more productive with projects and what
not and how bout the weather lads. Well in sunny Wellywood anyway. Not sure how it is in Yankie land. Plus I now
know what it feels like to be stuck in last gen. I've still got my
trustee PS2. So the likes of Tiger Wood 05 and Rugby 06 have been
getting a work over.
But let this just be a lesson to you all.
Never mix candles and PS3's together and always back up as much crap
from your console in case there is a major "hows ya father" along the
bumpy road of repairing.
Peace.
And Happy Gaming!
GA22A
The RROD's ugly little offspring.
Google "Yellow Light of Death" and this guy comes up.
